MILES and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour,
Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home,
Pleasant fires for winter nights, for sun the trellised arbour,
Earth the solid underfoot, and heaven for a dome.

Washed by storms of cleansing rain, and sweetened with affliction,
The hidden wells of Love are heard in one low-murmuring voice
That rises from this close-meshed life so like a benediction
That, listening to it, in my heart I almost dare rejoice.

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Enid Derham

Enid Derham was an Australian poet and academic. more…

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"The Suburbs by Enid Derham" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2017. Web. 25 Mar. 2017. <http://www.poetry.net/poem/12752>.

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